Talk about rotten luck. After being struck dead by lightning, Mo Lan was caught completely off guard when she was reborn and transmigrated.
She had barely managed to scrape by in the cultivation world for over a decade before her useless father got her killed, turning her into a mere tool for finishing off the job.
Mo Lan ran a sword through the greatest support she had in this life, her master, Qi Bai.
Qi Bai was so furious he died with his eyes wide open. Even as he self-destructed, he still managed to say, “Never thought I’d end up teaching such an idiot...”
After watching the dogs tear into each other, she completely lost it and self-destructed too.
And then she was reborn again.
The Heavenly Dao really does come full circle. The master she had stabbed to death wasn’t dead after all, and she ran into him again.
Lan Xing sensed danger everywhere, so even at her young age, she started earning favor and clinging to powerful allies.
Her gaunt eldest senior brother complained, “She won’t sleep when it’s bedtime. She eats five bites and spits out four, and wails whenever she’s unhappy! She doesn’t even say when she’s wet, and starts wailing again as soon as we change her diaper!”
With Ye Lan, though, she was happy to let him do as he pleased.
Ye Lan raised an eyelid. “You won’t study? Want to grow up illiterate?”
After three lifetimes of hating school, Lan Xing knew which way the wind was blowing. “Master is always right!”
When a demon beast dared ambush her master, she wielded a sword in one hand and a hammer in the other, slaughtering it with gleeful abandon. “I’ll teach you how to behave, you beast!”
Her senior brothers all complained, “Our junior sister sure knows how to treat people according to their status.”
Meanwhile, she shaved demon beasts bare, crushed magical artifacts with her bare hands, put rich show-offs in their place, and tore apart fake white lotuses. Human or beast, she could handle them all.
She was a bona fide little demon.
She was doing just fine on the broad road of being a two-faced lackey.
Then one day, Ye Lan looked at her deeply and asked with a pointed meaning, “Disciple, if someone this faithless were you, would you forgive them? Would you hate them?”
The little lackey panicked like crazy. “What about you, Master?”
Ye Lan gave a soft scoff. “Me?”
Everyone thought he wouldn’t answer again.
Then suddenly, they heard him say, “Of course I’d hate them.”
Such a funny book, a must-read late at night.